Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

Until a convoy is about to pass through the bridge tower.

The laid-back vibe about Linga disappeared, replaced by excitement.

After five days of wandering on the sea, swimming and searching for food during the day and riding on the backs of killer whales or being carried by seabirds at night, we were able to cross 8,000 kilometers and arrive here before the end of the Golden Week.

I was still thinking about how to go to Washington, but I didn't expect to hear that the president was coming to San Francisco to hold a press conference. It's really... he doesn't take himself seriously at all.

While I was excited, I also felt a little unhappy.

So, Linga decided to go to the other person and give him the warmest hug in the most enthusiastic way!

He seized the opportunity, opened his arms, and fell naturally with his back to the ground.

You don't have to do anything.

With his weight, falling from this height is no joke.

Even Linga himself could not escape injury.

But if it falls on a car and acts as a cushion, there will be no problem.

Duang!

He flipped in the air to adjust his posture and stepped on the roof with his feet, making a loud noise.

The impact force goes all the way up along the toes, but as the toes, ankles, and knees bend like springs, the impact force is delayed in multiple ways, giving Linga room to maneuver.

He in turn used this force to pierce the roof of the car with his ten fingers like steel knives, then grabbed a handful and tore it open, just like tearing a plastic bag.

"Hello~!"

Linga grinned at the terrified president in the car.

Regardless of the other party's reaction, he reached out and grabbed the collar and lifted him up in the air with one hand, as if he was holding a chick. These people who were only about 1.7 meters tall could only reach his belly button including the thickness of his hair. When there was a reference object, the visual impact was particularly strong.

Even the bodyguards in the surrounding convoy were so shocked that they stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Linga glanced casually, threw George out of the bridge suddenly, and then kicked hard, jumped out of the bridge and fell into the sea.

“Ahhhhh——!”

George kept screaming, his face was covered with tears, snot and even saliva. He didn't look like a president at all.

No wonder he lost his temper like that.

The Golden Gate Bridge is also known as the 'Bridge of Death'.

Hundreds of people commit suicide here every year.

Regardless of the reasons, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion from the decision they made - jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge would leave them with absolutely no chance to regret and would be a very quick death.

More than 200 meters above the water surface, this is a height that even the world's most outstanding divers and extreme sports enthusiasts would not want to attempt.

No matter how many times I ask, the answer is always the same: That's suicide.

At this moment, George is being forced to go through the spiritual journey of suicide!

He was getting closer and closer to the water surface, and he would definitely fall to his death before drowning.

How can I not panic?

In fact, his pants were wet.

At this time, Linga kicked George in the abdomen and kicked him out.

Bang~bang~bang!

The bodyguards and passers-by on the bridge were stunned.

The president is skipping on the sea like a stone!

It skipped three beautiful skips in a row and finally landed on a black 'boulder'... No, that was not a boulder, it was a killer whale that surfaced.

George barely survived.

Linga used an even more outrageous method of escape.

He took a deep breath and exhaled towards the water, which miraculously slowed his descent.

After emptying the body of oxygen in one breath, he entered the water with a perfect posture. The splash of water can only be described as "beautiful". Even the most picky judges would give full marks without hesitation.

Then, Linga climbed onto the killer whale's back and flew away.

This brought a perfect end to this earth-shattering presidential kidnapping case.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 36. Come and be my mount!

A plantation at a winery in Marin County.

As night falls, the moonlight is exceptionally bright tonight, and the remaining stars are all buried in the darkness, making them look as domineering and overbearing as the 'sun' at night.

Linga stared at the wine barrel in front of him.

There are also many empty barrels next to it that have been opened but not drunk from.

In his eyes, the uproar around the world caused by the kidnapping of the president of the world's largest country on the street was not even as beautiful as the ripples on the surface of the wine in the barrel.

He waved to the president beside him, who came closer timidly and observed it carefully for a moment before saying, "This is it... This is the finished product that theoretically has the best taste and the highest value among the batch you brought."

Linga nodded with satisfaction, picked up the wine barrel and poured it over his head.

The bright and dark wine, overflowing with rich fruity aroma, soaked my whole body.

Using wine to cleanse your body?

George's breathing stagnated. This approach could not be said to be extravagant, but it was definitely beyond his expectations.

Wait until the wine is completely dry.

Linga took the hose and rinsed it.

Because the movement was too big, it splashed all over George's face. He subconsciously wiped it with his finger, licked it as if possessed by a ghost, and then showed a look of horror.

no taste.

Just like real tap water.

However, from the perspective of naked eye observation, it is still clearly dark red.

It's like... Linga uses his body and all its pores as a mouth to absorb the essence of the wine, and what's left is just a liquid with the same color as wine, containing a lot of impurities, and tasting the same as tap water.

At this moment, Ling Jia narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself with an intoxicated expression:

“It tastes really good.”

"..."

George's lips moved, not knowing how to react.

Linga shook off the water droplets on his hair and grinned at him: "If you have a chance in the future, you can also try it. Wine is suitable for drinking with people you are close to, but for humans, is there any better and more trustworthy 'partner' than your own muscles, internal organs, bones and other body tissues?"

"Especially if you have a cup before a battle, it can fully mobilize your fighting spirit, effectively help you reduce your fear, and curb your body's trembling... Have you learned it?"

Finally, he looked over George's shoulder into the shadows of the plantation.

The darkness moved.

Five figures took the initiative to appear in the moonlight.

It was none other than the main force of the Western Expedition and Conservative Faction of the Wu Clan headed by Howard.

“It’s a very interesting proposal, and I will consider incorporating it into future action plans.”

Howard spoke in a calm tone, as if he was just chatting.

But the four people around him looked a little nervous, and the elderly man Bertrand was no exception.

The core strength of the entire conservative faction is gathered here, which shows how powerful it is.

If these five people died here, the remaining remnants would be swallowed up by the radicals in a blink of an eye.

Before this, they were full of confidence, thinking that the probability of this happening was very low. However, after coming here and seeing Linga's back with their own eyes, an unprecedented sense of crisis rose up in their hearts uncontrollably.

Even if there has been no formal fight, hiding in the shadows still cannot bring oneself any sense of security. Even this behavior feels like standing naked in the sun and is a useless act.

A chill kept rising up in his heart, and his tempered body began to tremble slightly. Although the amplitude was negligible, Linga could even feel the emotions of the animals around him, let alone the movements happening in reality.

"You don't look like ordinary people, which is good."

Linga stood up straight and instantly entered combat readiness.

The look in his eyes, the position of his hands and feet, the frequency of his breathing...all the details are in preparation for the battle. He gives people the feeling that he is facing thousands of troops. There is a dimensional gap in the scale of power held by both sides!

His aura was fully open, and the overwhelming sense of oppression almost distorted the night wind, making it hot and burning like a flame, wrapping around his body and forming an incomparably terrifying fighting spirit.

Angelo and the other three had sweat on their foreheads.

Howard, the leader, also had a tense expression and could no longer relax.

He made a gesture, and Angelo took out a tranquilizer gun from his arms and fired at George. The latter fell to the ground before he could react.

Seeing this, Howard put aside his concerns and said bluntly:

"Please don't misunderstand. Rescuing the hostages is not within the scope of the commission. We came to you specifically to take this opportunity to establish a friendly relationship with you."

"As you said, we are not ordinary people. Like you, we are 'outcasts' who cannot integrate into the society."

"He is far away from the world, and possesses strength and unique physical characteristics that are beyond the reach of ordinary people. We can see this from our eyes."

"Since we have so many things in common, why can't we use this as a bridge of friendship and let us become your allies in this era or even... compatriots?"

"I can provide you with all the living conditions you need, and all you need is some trust."

Linga smiled.

laughing out loud.

Laugh heartily, laugh wildly, laugh wantonly.

There was no effort to suppress it, and the laughter shook the night sky, even the leaves around were rustling.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

The facial muscles are squeezed into a ball.

He slapped his thighs, and his originally straight back bent with laughter.

No matter how funny a joke is, it won't make people laugh so exaggeratedly.

It was far beyond the scope of happiness and joy, or even ridicule and sarcasm. That kind of extremely pure laughter seemed to be telling Howard and others that there was "ultimate bliss" in this world, and this "ultimate bliss" had already been obtained by him.

Howard's words did not make him laugh, but helped him to recognize this point again, so his whole body and mind were cheering for the outpouring of emotion.

Snapped!

Gunfire rang out.

Angelo held the tranquilizer gun and fired at Linga.

Of course, he knew that doing so would only produce a "pop" sound, and the bullet would not penetrate the skin at all, but would be directly bounced off.

But it was enough, enough to stop Linga's hateful laughter that almost hurt his heart.

“Hahahaha…”

Linga wiped the tears from his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Sorry, I'm a little late in introducing myself. My name is Howard Wu. There's no need to mention my other identities. Anyway, you won't understand what these identities mean to this era."

Facing Linga's extremely rude laughter, Howard remained calm and composed, demonstrating his extraordinary courage.

Because of this, Linga was willing to talk to him more from the heart.

"Howard, thanks to you, I now realize how much more 'free' I am compared to you who are also different."

"Survival conditions? What is that? There are so many ways to survive. There's no need to do what I did. Everything I did was not the 'least labor-saving' or 'safest' way, but I still did it."

"Because the power of life lies in disobedience, so I fought against dinosaurs, I was the enemy of the army and even the country. When I find that there is nothing in this world that I can obey, then I will be the strongest life form."

"Do you understand? There is only one condition I need to survive, and there is only one food I need, and that is... the enemy!"

"Let's take a step back. If you want to call yourself my 'compatriots', you must first get rid of the habit of 'traveling in groups' and become as strong as me, able to compete with the so-called 'hegemons' in any era."

"But then there would be no need for a union."